Obsidian Valentine

Oh, Valentine's Day, how many Februaries have I spent outwardly rallying against your sugar-coated sentiment, your doomed roses, and boxes of waxy chocolate? And how many of those Februaries have I spent secretly wishing for a heart-shaped box and bouquet of my own? Before becoming old and married, Valentine's Day was always a day buzzing with possibility. While I never expected anything on this day and generally admonished the commercialism of it all, there was always this flicker of excitement at the thought of an unexpected romantic gesture. I suppose, every day as a young, single woman, this flicker of excitement existed, but on Valentine's Day such gestures...